Dragon Emperor God Emperor

Chapter 180 Liu Aofeng, you are nothing more than that!

The purple thunder fell from the sky.

The void was torn apart by the billowing thunder, and the ground beyond the tomb of the living dead let out a low-pitched wail.

At this time, in the tomb of the living dead, Liu Aofeng stared at Bu Zheng's figure, the voice of resentment in his eyes became more intense, and the expression on his face was ferocious and terrifying.

"Bu Zheng, just fall!"

"Thousand thunders shake the sky!"

Liu Aofeng waved his arms, and all the thunder from the sky blasted towards Bu Zheng's figure.

"Boom!"

In the purple thunder body, Bu Zheng looked calm and calm, and his expression was calm and calm, he didn't pay attention to the sky thunder that bombarded him at all.

"The Immortal God Art!"

"Shh!"

Dazzling golden rays of light bloomed from his body, and the power of purple lightning quickly hit his whole body.

With the help of the Immortal God Art, the purple thunder attack power quickly lingered around his body, tempering the meridians and bones of his body.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Thousands of thunderbolts descended on Buzheng's body, and everything in the space was dormant under the impact of the thunderbolt, becoming incomparably quiet.

a long time.

Zhou Kong's thunder power was completely drawn into his body by him, and with the disappearance of Tianlei, Bu Zheng's eyes slowly opened, and a divine light burst out from them.

"Liu Aofeng, your bloodline supernatural power is nothing more than that. After being bombarded by your sky thunder for so long, is it time for me to attack you now!" Buzheng said in a playful voice with piercing eyes, full of fierce murderous aura.

"Suffer to death!"

"Mietian Cauldron, break!"

"Return all your Tianlei to you, I hope you like it!"

The voice fell.

The Mietian Cauldron burst out, turned into a sharp and dazzling golden light, and quickly attacked Liu Aofeng.

Seeing Bu Zheng's figure, Shui Ruoyan stood up suddenly, and the worry in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of astonishment.

"Junior brother is too scary, he was safe and sound under the bombardment of the sky thunder, I wonder how he did it!" Shui Ruoyan frowned, whispering softly.

The look in Liu Aofeng's cold eyes was icy cold, his figure flew back quickly, and he grabbed it with the palm of his hand, and the red halberd on the ground appeared in his hand.

"Is it a natal artifact?"

"Let me see what you can do today!"

Liu Aofeng held his halberd on his back, his long gown fluttered in the wind, and all the cultivation of the Vientiane Realm in his body burst out.

"boom!"

The ever-increasing Mietian Cauldron appeared in front of Liu Aofeng's eyes, and he saw a powerful attack force from the halberd in his hand, hitting the Mietian Cauldron's body.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Fiery red golden lights sprinkled down in the surrounding sky of Mietian Dingding, dancing in the air like spirits who have fallen into the mortal world.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

Under the control of Bu Zheng's divine sense, the floating Mie Tian Ding turned into ten thousand afterimages and blasted towards Liu Aofeng at the same time.

Liu Aofeng's figure flashed, his figure changed unpredictably, and at the same time, countless afterimages of Daoists holding war halberds appeared in the void, madly attacking the phantom of Mietian Cauldron.

"Bu Zheng, go to hell!"

Liu Aofeng broke through the attack of the phantom of the tripod, and the red halberd in his hand pierced the air. The cold halberd struck Bu Zheng's neck like a poisonous snake in the night.

Facing the attacking figure of Liu Aofeng, Bu Zheng's expression froze, and the power of thunder hidden in his body frantically condensed on his fists.

"The Mad Dragon Comes to the World!"

"Boom!"

The power of billowing purple thunder flew out from Buzheng's fists, like endless waves, endless.

The sound of the domineering dragon chant resounded through the sky, and two majestic and vast spiritual power burst out, transforming into two giant dragons hovering in the space for a moment, and crazily charged towards Liu Aofeng.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two punches came out of the shadow of the domineering dragon, mixed with the power of thunder, and hit the scarlet halberd.

A shocking pain came from the palm of his hand, and instantly spread throughout his body. Liu Aofeng felt his heart tremble, and the halberd flew out of his hand, and his figure quickly retreated.

Bu Zheng held his breath and concentrated, quickly released his divine sense to control Mie Tian Ding, and attacked from behind Liu Aofeng again, forming a pincer attack with the domineering fist wind, one in front and one in back.

The mad dragon descends into the world is the third form of the Dragon Devouring Fist. Today is the first time Bu Zheng has released this move. He himself did not expect it to be so powerful.

"boom!"

Liu Aofeng's figure collided with the Mietian Cauldron, and he felt the qi and blood in his body tumbling, and a bloody aura came out of his throat.

"puff!"

Thick blood sprayed out from his mouth, Liu Aofeng's body was shocked, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes, and the expression on his cheeks became extremely ferocious.

"Bu Zheng, it seems that you have a lot of secrets in your body. I didn't expect you to seriously hurt me. I'm so angry!"

"In Liu Aofeng's eyes, people who are weaker than you, you treat them as ants. You never put anyone in your eyes."

"Today you lost to me, a warrior in the Tianyuan realm, is enough to prove that ants can shake elephants one day. Don't ignore anyone, otherwise you won't know how you died."

The voice fell.

A strong murderous aura emanated from Bu Zheng's body, his figure was erratic like a god, the giant sword rose from the ground and appeared in his hand, a cold light shot at it, and the tip of the sword was very close to Liu Aofeng's figure.

"Cough cough."

Liu Aofeng coughed lightly, with a strong fire of anger in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Bu Zheng, I underestimated the enemy today, but you almost killed me if you wanted to!"

"is it?"

"The second form of the Holy Beast Sword Art, the nine swords of the white tiger, kill!"

The giant sword in Buzheng's hand changed rapidly, and Jinghong's sword pierced the long sky to attack and kill, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sound of the majestic sword sound was mixed with the sound of the tiger's roar.

The cloud follows the dragon, the wind produces the tiger, the mountains and rivers move with a roar, and the majestic wind shakes Kyushu.

A shocking sword flew out, one divided into three, three turned into nine, and within a few breaths, the sword light changed from one to nine, like a tiger down the mountain, extremely fierce and domineering.

"What a terrifying sword technique!"

"With such meager strength, he can actually cultivate his swordsmanship to the point of perfection, reaching the pinnacle of perfection, it's simply monstrous!"

Liu Aofeng felt the nine sword lights attacking him, and there was a look of panic in his eyes. This was the first time he felt afraid, and the first time he felt that death was so close to him.

Thinking of this.

Liu Aofeng's expression tightened, his cold eyes glared, and he cursed secretly in his heart: "Bu Zheng, when we meet again today, I will definitely pay you back a hundredfold."

"The demon disintegrates!"

There was a sound of rage, and just as Bu Zheng's sword light flew past, Liu Aofeng's figure turned into a crimson mist and disappeared without a trace.

"The demon disintegrated?"

"I really didn't expect Liu Aofeng to have such a life-saving hole card. He really deserves to be the young master of Xingluo Academy. He has a lot of tricks!" Bu Zheng stared at the crimson mist remaining in the air, looking thoughtful look, muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)